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Whispers from the use


If my heart was singing It'll crescendo lovely notes Repeatedly singing I want a sunday kindof love So I don't mourn monday Leave me broken on tuesday Over thinking on wednesday Picking my face up on thursday Going on a haunt for friday & be used again on saturday … Whispers from the use .
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